Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.